My mouth is dry Of unspoken words And my hands So tired of writing The wine rests of the other day Are dried in our glasses And keep staring at me Like a dead man's eyes And keep staring at me Like a dead man's eyes The rats are fading Into the void The world 's a cotton mouth Filled with filthy burning tongues The garbage lays beside Blue skies and dirty clouds And keep staring at me Like a dead man's eyes And keep staring at me Like a dead man's eyes And keep staring at me